Limbo

The waiting, the horrible endless waiting. It's been a year since I found out that the little bugger is growing and all this time I've wanted it out.
And life has been a bit of a fug since. I don't know how I felt last time, last time I wasn't a mother and last time the risk was mine alone.
Now what do I do, how do I look after myself and be selfish like you need to be when I need to be strong for my baby girl?

This is the hardest, since the 'life expectancy letter' it has been so difficult. I carry on of course, I work and I play.

I've begun writing a diary to my daughter, in case.